Of course as soon as I'd parked for a few seconds to regain my breath, I did what any self-obsessed narcissist would do - I took off after it to make sure I appeared as much as possible.
If any of you have tried this you'll know how difficult it actually is. Those drivers have obviously been trained in the bank-robbery-getaway school of driving. He took turns I didn't know existed (and I've lived in the area for 34 years.) I found myself guessing his route - and failing miserably. By the time I had tracked him down properly he was clearly finished for the day - parked up with his camera laid flat on the roof of the car.
I am now determined to find as many Google cars as I can in the next few weeks. I am going to own Google North Antrim/Derry. I'm going to make sure that whenever you type in Cloyfin, or Blagh, or Craigahulier, or Beardiville - who knows? you might someday - you will see my little silver VW with a slightly scared looking teacher behind the wheel. How proud you'll be to know me.
4 comments:
everyone's got to have a dream, mr. c . . . this may as well be yours.
you are a global superstar!
aw, Kylie - you are so much better at flattery than that Banana woman is.
Less believable though.
don't hate.
i have to keep things balanced, and you know it.
i listen to your stories and laugh and tell you how awesome you are 99% of the time. so, you cannot possibly begrudge me a tiny jibe now and again.
sheesh!
maybe i shall change your name from "mr. c" to "mr. c(ry baby!)".
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